That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out.
If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania.
You can read all about the details of my trip
if you're so inclined.
This is cool! Did you get to read what were inscribed on those footprints?
Let’s dance the Triple Swing – lady says!
Come Let’s dance the Triple Swing – can’t quite make out ALL of the Man’s.
Learn to dance and take part in one of the pleasures that belong to us all – Fred Astaire.
I want to sidewalk dance..:)
These steps are in memory of Jay Johnson, a Stevenson local who was lost before his time. He was a great dancer among other things.
What a delightful memorial Amy…. thanks for that insider info….
That is a wonderful remembrance.
Those are some big shoes! “But I can’t follow the dance steps feet mister, they’re too big”.
That is AWESOME!! I’ve seen these steps in town (when we visit Stevenson), but never really knew what they were for. Totally neat!!
That is a sweet memorial to Mr. Johnson. Look what else I found when I Googled him; Matt should have stopped here:
Lee Ann Womack’s ‘I Hope You Dance’ has been playing in my mind since seeing this photo.
What a unique memorial to a beloved neighbor. Looks like Mr. Johnson and partner danced side by side as opposed to facing each other.